Ning Xuemo's waist twisted stiffly, her body swayed and circled like a butterfly, she had found her balance in an instant, and was about to regain her footing, when her wrist suddenly tightened, she stumbled again, and finally took a big step forward, this step almost got into the wide white robe of Emperor Zun

She hurriedly stood still, and at this moment she was less than ten centimeters away from this emperor, and this distance could only be maintained by the closest people.

So Ning Xuemo had a big alarm bell in his head

Could it be that this emperor, who looks like a super immortal and is super uncannibalistic, is actually a lewd boy control

This emperor is really not an ordinary Qinggao, grabbing her wrist is actually padded with a brocade handkerchief, don't pretend to be so forced

She calmly looked at the hand that held her wrist in the emperor's hand, which was perfectly shaped, and the knuckles were slender and shiny, like ivory carvings. But it was also as cold as iron, and although it was separated by a snow-white handkerchief, the chill was like an ice line drilling down her wrist, quickly stretching upward, straight towards her heart

Everywhere he passed, the blood seemed to freeze inch by inch.

Damn, he won't kill her just because of this

Naturally, she didn't dare to let the cold current in his hand directly invade her heart, otherwise her heart would have stopped

Ning Xuemo subconsciously mobilized the internal force in his body to compete with the ice line that suddenly came in.

Unexpectedly, her internal force had just collided with the invisible ice line, and the ice line disappeared in an instant. Ning Xuemo was shaken, and was almost injured by his own internal force.

Fortunately, she reacted wittily enough, and when she saw that it was not good, she immediately rushed the internal force to the place where it had been invaded by the ice line, and washed the blood there again

In the eyes of outsiders, Emperor Zun and Ning Xue Mo were very close, Emperor Zun held Ning Xue Mo's wrist, Ning Xue Mo was almost lying on Emperor Zun, but he stood in a strange posture, looking very close.

Who would have thought that these two had actually fought for a round, and Ning Xuemo even rolled at the Ghost Gate Pass and almost hung up.

"You're a telekinetic waste." This time, Emperor Zun made greater progress, and actually said six words.

Ning Xuemo secretly rolled her eyes, grandpa, can we not open which pot not to mention

"But there is another power in you, what is it" Emperor Zun continued to ask, and said more words. His breath was extremely cold, and when he spoke, it seemed as if there was an ice stream circulating around Ning Xuemo's body.

This guy is so cold, it's really strange why his blood hasn't frozen

Being too close to him, the chill was even more overwhelming, and Ning Xuemo couldn't help but shudder ** replied: "It is the power that Xue Mo has cultivated, you can call it internal force." ”

"Internal force" Emperor Zun repeated softly, and the meaning of his tone was unclear.

As soon as his hand was released, Ning Xuemo's wrist was finally free, and she immediately took a step back: "Yes, internal force." That's what the folk girl called it. ”

"How did I learn it?"

"God-granted." Ning Xuemo gave the credit to God again. God won't expose her anyway, it's really a universal reason.

Emperor: ""

He looked her in the eye: "You're lying"

"Don't dare." Ning Xuemo's eyes were full of sincerity: "It's really the kung fu that Xue Mo brought as soon as he came." "It's not like she's lying, cultivating internal strength is indeed the kung fu of her own world

The two of them sat and stood together, Ning Xuemo looked at this emperor, and suddenly felt that this posture was actually quite beneficial to him, at least condescending

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